I went down to Wegmans to pick up a few things and Jen pulled in at the same time. It is truly the "hub" in Brockport. We ran into many people we knew, and our conversations covered a lot of territory. Of course Jen was in a nice dress and I was still in my barn clothes. She just puts up with me and never says a thing.

Got home and started making another batch of sauce. A perfect day for it.

Then I started on some cold cucumber soup...the same soup that Amy served us when we went to her house for lunch. She followed the recipe and I free lanced a little. Don't know if I can save it. The red onion it called for was very strong and it dominates...should have tuned in when I was mincing it. Cucumbers, scallions, red onion, Greek Yogurt, half and half, salt, pepper and dill (ends up in the food processor but not long enough to get rid of the chunks of cucumber that were chopped). Before you serve it, you add a ton of fresh squeezed lemon juice. We shall see. I hate following recipes...that's why I'm not a baker (chemist). I'll show it to you tomorrow when we do a taste test.

Gary had duty at the Welcome Center and I was totally unproductive. Took the newspaper into our bedroom and attempted to read it.

A little after 5 I went out to do evening chores. Still raining off and on.

I have not seen Sophie for days, but Lily was in her cozy bed.

Newbie was up on the 2nd floor of Gary's barn. I think Sophie hides there too and just comes out at night. They are eating the food in the tack room....

Once again, Masterpiece chose to stay inside while the rest of the crew went to the pasture.

Here's that yucca plant I photographed all through the winter. It's looking pretty healthy.

Every day I have been pecking away at the pergola garden....I've cut back or mown all of the day lilies and the snow on the mountain.

I love visiting your farm, not matter what the weather, Lori. Wegmans sounds like a good spot to bump into friends (We have a similar place in my home town back in South Africa). I love the soup recipe. And of course the cats! Have a great day. Blessings, Jo

Rainy days can be nice - there is something so peaceful about the sound of rain steadily coming down (as long as it hasn't been doing it for days!)

Every time you mention Wegmans I think about the Wegmans warehouse fire - I could see the smoke from it from our house and people who lived nearby commented that cans were popping and launching scalding items into nearby neighborhoods.I found some pictures online at: http://rwrightrr.com/24_%20Rochester%20Fire%20Bureau,%20Rochester,%20New%20York,%20Wegman's%20Fire%20on%20Gould%20St.%2016%20May%201961,%20%20Engine%2015%20Monroe%20Ave%20and%20Wilcox%20St%20and%20Main%20St%20parade%201962/index.html

A nice fresh day.Here it's very hot, up to 100°F at midday. But it won't last long. The rain is announced for the end of the week. There are many horseflies too and so we must pay attention when we go out. At midday, two horseflies had succeeded in entering the dining room though the doors were closed. So I have bought some cream to put on the skin.See you soonPhyto

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An Award!

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I am a retired art teacher who has always had a passion for horses. We live on a farm and currently care for 4 horses, 2 dogs and 3 cats.
My husband and I are both very active as volunteers in our community and have enjoyed living here for over 40 years.
This Journal has opened up my world.
It was started on February 22nd, 2008 and has taken me to so many places.
What a way to travel!

In memory of L'orange Marmalade

lily

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A Navajo quote to Woof Whinny Whisper

FROM GREY HORSE MATTERS...

If you bury him in this spot,the secret of which you must already have,he will come to you when you call;come to you over the far, dim pastures of death.

And though you ride other living horses through life,they shall not shy at him, nor resent his coming,For he is yours, and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grassbent by his footfall,who hear no nicker pitched too fine for insensitive ears.People who may never really love a horse.

Smile at them then, for you shall know somethingthat is hidden from themand which is well worth the knowingThe one place to bury a horse is in the heart of his master.

Thank you, Grey Horse Matters.

Elvira

Somewhere in time's own spaceThere must be some sweet pastured placeWhere creeks sing on and tall trees growSome paradise where horses go,For by the love that guides my penI know great horses live again.~Stanley Harrison